His eyes widened in terror because the woman was actually holding the dumbbell high above his...
"Ah—!!" The man’s groin was a bloody ss, and the pain made his legs twitch, but even so, he didn’t pass out from the agony.
Devil, this woman was a devil.
Aurelia Shaw took off the bloodstained clothes and handed them to Mason Nightshade. She didn’t want Amanda to sll the scent of blood on her; her sister was not in a clear state of mind right now, and it would only agitate her.
Mason Nightshade reached out and took them,
"Mason," she looked up at him, "I don’t want to see this man again, no matter where."
"Alright." Mason nodded indulgently, glancing coldly and disdainfully at the man on the ground.
Just then, Dylan Harper walked in.
Mason said, "Take him out, throw him into the Northern Wastes, and beat the group outside as well."
"Whose turf is this?"
Six, who had learned a few hacking skills from Rocco Cooper, imdiately pulled out his phone to check when Mason asked. He quickly reported, "Reporting to you, this bar is under the na of soone called Oliver Johnson, and he owns quite a few assets."
"Take it all down," Mason said in a deep voice.
"Yes."
Aurelia went to the bathroom, filled a cup with water, and splashed it on Amanda’s face to wake her up, then supported her to walk out.
The air inside wasn’t fresh, which wasn’t good for her condition, and the ambulance was coming soon. It would be more convenient to wait downstairs.
Six took over supporting her, "Sister-in-law, let ."
Aurelia didn’t insist.
They helped her downstairs, and just then, soone ran in from the entrance.
It was Foster Fuller.
He imdiately locked his eyes on the disoriented Amanda Fuller, quickly approached, and took her from Six’s hands, "How is she?"
He seed calm, but his face was pale, and the end of his words carried a detectable tremor.
Six, not knowing who he was, looked at Aurelia.
"She might have been drugged, the situation isn’t clear yet. We’ve called an ambulance." She glanced at her watch, "It should be here soon."
Foster Fuller picked Amanda up and walked briskly outside, eting the man who hard her at the door.
He frowned, looking at Aurelia, as if questioning, yet sohow confirming.
Aurelia had to admit, this man was really sharp and intelligent.
Without more words, she just nodded to him.
A cold, sharp glint flashed in Foster Fuller’s eyes, "I’ll handle this man."
After saying this, the ambulance arrived, and Foster Fuller boarded with her, leaving.
"Mason," Dylan Harper ca over at this mont.
He was carrying the half-dead man, his collar torn open to reveal a strange tattoo on the back of his neck.
Mason Nightshade’s eyes instantly turned cold, "Take him back to the base for thorough interrogation!"
Aurelia didn’t know what the tattoo represented, but judging by Mason’s expression, it was clear that the tattoo’s origin was extraordinary.
It seed Foster Fuller wished to personally avenge his sister, but it was not going to happen.
The prisoners taken to the military base involved matters beyond the realm of ordinary citizens, matters they had no right to interfere with.
These were matters Aurelia had no authority to know about, so she didn’t ask further, but Mason explained proactively: "This tattoo is a symbol of an underground secret organization. Although we don’t know what this organization specifically does, there’s a high possibility it’s a terrorist group. If you see anyone around you with this tattoo again, make sure to stay away, understood?"
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